Train is coming 'bout half past ten
I'm going to be there, and I'm going to be there
I've got my ticket, and I've packed my bag
I'm going to leave here
Don't look so sad
I won't stop crying cause it'll be alone
Yes, just count the hours on my own
When the roaring engine fades you'll know I've gone
But one of these days
One of these days I'll be coming home
Took my seat, and I don't know why
Didn't even [?] as the train pulled by
Pulled down my hat, turned out the lights
Going to New Orleans
Try the city life
Now, the engine she began to wail
And the countryside looked dark and pale
I saw you walking through the hills
And I heard you crying
I heard you crying it gave me chills
I woke up and looked around
Bright lights, pretty woman
And fancy gals
The conductor said, "Won't you please step down?
We've just arrived in New Orleans town,"
I took my bag from under my seat
Walked down the platform down onto the street
I asked a lady where I could find something to eat
And she took me home
She took me home and made love to me
Left her sleeping on her bed
I hear the [?] draped all around my head
Went to the hotel and the night clerk said
"Do you want some company tonight?
"No," I said
Well, my head is spinning all around the room
And when I lay down I can smell her perfume
Feel her warm body rubbing against me too
But I got sick that night
Sick through and through
One evening in a smoke-filled hall
Good friends' [?]
[?] how we drank it all
Don't want to be here, not at all
Well, the train is coming about half past eight
I'm gonna be there and I won't delay
Hold you in my arms and I could nearly cry
You know I couldn't leave you
I couldn't leave you if I tried